confronting oppression with words inspired by colour

“Caged” – Francine Cunningham

we’ve never seen the sunset,just the reflection of iton the mountainsour windows face

we could drive to the other side of the island,i guesswe’ve talked about itpacking a picnicblanketall of itbut we’ve never done it

tonight, we sit on the patiobathed in the noise of buzzing mosquitoesloud and piercing when too close to the earthe smell of citronella not helping,it never does

the light fades on the mountain sidepinkgoldlight and then dark green

when twilight envelopes uswe rise on stiff legshobble to the bedroomsilently undressi don’t know anymore in which emotion we look at each others bodiesindifference, boredom,maybe even hatredsliding under stiff sheets offersreprieveand in the darkness our dreams take hold,